Chapter 4 March 14, 2008

Dear Jonathan,

How’s it back in Hallington? I promised I’d write when we got here, so here’s my letter. We moved into this spacious house (I think it’s a shack, but with our savings it’s pretty decent) and it’s sparsely furnished. I mean sparsely. We have two beds, a couch, a pink tv (which I think my mom might’ve picked up form a garbage dump on the way here), two toilets, two showers, a refrigerator, a stove, a washing machine (which I think we could’ve lived without, I mean mom chose that over a dining table!), and a crib for Melissie. It’s hard to wake up each morning and not have anything to look forward to.

Mom says it’s a new beginning for us, but from all I can see she’s just still her lazy irresponsible self. All she does everyday, is just sit on the couch and watch these lame soap operas. It’s hard to believe she’s my mother. She says it’s because she’s only 16 years older than I am. (In my opinion that’s pretty old!)

Melissie on the other hand is coming along well although I think my mom is seriously losing it. Look at what she did to Melissie. (I’ve enclosed a picture of her, it’s somewhere in the envelope) Children aren’t supposed to wear makeup and she’s even got this ridiculous crown on top of her head! Adorable, yes, but practical? I think not. (You can see the fridge mom bought in the back, it’s PINK. and not to mention the clashing countertops of bananna yellow and like tropical green. We need a home makeoever ASAP)

I don’t know how mom does it. Just the other day, she asked me if I was sexually active! I shall quote her exact words, “Honey it’s okay to have sex you know, I don’t mind but you might want to use protection or else you’ll end up having a child at the age of 16. Like me!” One thing I’ve learned from her is NEVER to have sex before marriage. That was pretty much evident, I’m living proof of her stupidity.

After I told her I wasn’t sexually active, listen to what she said right after, “There are probably nice looking boys around here, I mean they’d want to hook it up with the new girl! It’s something new in town!” I tried to smile at this comment but seriously. You would think after you’ve been over at my house like twenty million times to help me babysit Melissie, she’d think I’d have a boyfriend you know?

That’s all for today, but seriously without someone to talk to besides your flaky mother who lives on another planet and your gurgling sister that can’t talk, I think I might just go crazy! With all my love,

Christine

[Note: This story revolves around several families and how they entertwine, kinda like a Prosperity Challenge, but I might favour playing some families more than others, and they're definately a favourite, so they'll get played more often =D ]